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new, untold
signs curved in water, gold

descending in light
calm waves rippling
totality given

night

red black, scattered
silk lined with lace; coffee, one
mapping probability

sight

tonight’s tomorrow begets a yesterday
that fills the void, echoing
with voices wide and ancient

might

closed eyes in stars, sleeping
light luster never broken
the terrace settled in the sun

light

twice over given
close in effortless silence
hidden in sound to and gather
once for a time forever

all

 

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catching some z’s

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tired
so tired
and still awake
sight blurring
in the middle of the day
but you still need to have a life

so out you go
out, out
out and about
with fam and friends
while all you really want
is your bed

the lovely heavenly place
full of softness and warmth
that place of sweet dreams
and deep sleep
perfection

until the alarm destroys it all
waking you up
singing of Godknowswhat
but up you go
out, out
out and about
your usual workday business

and come the weekend
you may be able to
snuggle up
wiggle down
wrap yourself up in eiderdown
and shut the world out, out
until you wake up all on your own

at least that’s the hope for now…

© 2015 threegoodwords

maybe seven

 

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no point
in playing it safe
no art
in not daring

look over the edge
all the way down
see it, feel it
know what’s waiting there

it might scare
one or two off the page
maybe more

madness, mayhem
insight, wisdom?
this is not peek-a-boo
not looking
doesn’t mean it’s not there

*

five senses
six, maybe seven
if you count memory
imagination

yes, think
feel
inner, outer skin

taste
touch
scent

trace and trace
the worlds without, within

sound
sight
detail

perception
understanding
defining real

.

 

© 2015 threegoodwords

eton mess

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jammie dodgers
spotted dick
bangers and mash
soldiers

toad in a hole
fat rascal
angel delight
spoom

random? yes.
and if you’re wondering:
it all makes sense

slightly slippery
and mildly disturbing
they’re no children of our cynical times

yet i always wondered
at their household nature
how they passed the censor
and came to be

such unsuspecting
at times delighful
wholesome little things.

© 2015 threegoodwords

a heartbeat of peace

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tweedle dee
tweedle dum
tweedle what the

seriously, was that necessary?
i was just walking here
in search for tea (or coffee)
accosting unsuspecting women in scrubs

yes, i’m kind o’ lost
you have that cardboard cup
where’s the next [insert name here]

startled, staring
one look and she knows
i’m harmless, stranded
someone dusted away the road
as in: sans wi-fi
there is no use for my phone

coffee, yes, or tea
one way or the other
it’s equal to me
all i really want is a bit of rest
a hot drink, a bite to eat
a small space for me

a smile, a turn
see that light?
the third one?
yes, right there
a nod, a smile
thank you, goodbye
but silently i’m going quite spare
thirsty and hungry
so in need for a chair

yet on it goes
down sidewalks, filling
past corners, spilling
with cars and humans, all
walking, walking
no time for stopping
until I reach the door, walk in and

exhale

sit down, look out and see
all the people, once more
all the haste
tick-tock!
all the pushing, running
one dare not be late
late!

and so when standing in line i wonder:
why not dare and be late?
just once, for the sake of joie-de-vivre
happiness
quietude
inner peace
the everyday art of just letting life be

but no
all these people
falling down rabbit holes
mile high and eerie – ma’am?
oh, soon it’s me
wait, let’s see
:eat me: :drink me:
a bit of this, some of that
all combined to
ah yes, this (?)
it seems to be both coffee and tea

i’m adventurous, i’ll try it
choose it and buy it
take the cup and walk over to a free seat
sit back and eat a little
drink a little and rest
exhale once more
and enjoy this heartbeat of peace
this small space
just for me.

© 2015 threegoodwords

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